SPOONS

You lit the candle- I know you did!
And then you tumbled down the stairs.
Grabbed me from my wooden house, my silver friend waved goodbye.
Back up to your incensed room
‘Black Velvet’ read the tin foil case
You rolled me around in your hands, watching the flame
Dance through the rope.
You sat there for hours, biting your lip
As the candle burned through your sane.
What’s the hold up? YOU’VE DONE THIS BEFORE!
Are you scared? Do you remember the time they saw your hand?
You said it was a fall with Mr. Iron
Use that again!
Suddenly, I’m brought up to the ceiling, a quick breeze
Whips my eager face.
And you dipped me in the flame.
I go black
You start to tremble, and then, like that
I’m against your skin.
I love it when you do this; I love the feel of your fresh, nubile meat.
And then you pull me away, but my mark is already left.
I’ve branded you. You’ll pop those water domes, and they’ll scar.
In a maniacal frenzy, you throw me across the room. I hit the wall
With a ‘clang!’
You cry and cry in your little wooden chair- you scrutinize me.
And then again, I’m in your cupboard
Stashed against Lady Razor and Sir Matches
I feel so honoured, so special
I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.